M&S sell a very large and rather tasty noodles, fresh chicken and bits of vegetables in a large plastic pot - just add boiling water and voila - a delicious soup meal.

Well, there you are, JK - seeing as there's likely to soon be a very large Michael Winner-shaped hole in ITV's Friday night schedules, you could pitch 'Jonathan King's Gone to Pot': a new foodie show in which Jonathan eschews visiting his usual high class restaurants in favour of sampling great big chunks of 'fresh'(?)chicken, duck, pheasant, venision, beef, ostrich, moose and wotnot stuck in a pot and warmed up with boiling water. Between actually buying the pot and eating out of the pot, you could recite a chapter from 65: My Life So Far. I'd watch it.

By the way, while we're on matters epicurean and even esurient, yesterday I popped into a place in Cambridge you may well remember: the old public library in the Guildhall, which has just opened as a Jamie Oliver Italian restaurant. Very odd. The entrance is blocked by a large and scruffy black blanket, which a somewhat porcine gentleman reminiscent of BA Baracus has to pull back to allow each guest to enter. Inside is a very fine-looking hall that has been filled with tiny wooden tables (so close to each other that the only way for anyone NOT to stare at their neighbour is to keep looking straight ahead as though locked in a neck brace), and the noise would give a battery hen tinnitus. A bad sign, so early after the launch, was that the staff already seem to be divided and griping. A heavy clothes stand suddenly crashed over and narrowly missed smashing into the back of a lady's head - a waiter ran over and grumbled it was a stupid place to keep a clothes stand! Then our antipasto arrived and the waitress, after trying in vain to balance it on two old cans of peeled tomatoes, sighed testily and declared that the tables are 'too small for this sort of thing'! The overall impression struck me as probably quite like what it must be inside poor old Jamie's head: busy but very chaotic and more random than a monkey at a typewriter. Anyway, the positive side to all of this is that the food is really very good!

I think only The Whim remains from my time there nearly 50 years ago Minge - unless the Tickle Arms still exists.

The Tickell Arms is now...owned by Jamie Oliver's dad! At least it was. Gone frightfully posh and dull (and expensive). Shame. The Whim's gone, too - Liberty's have it. As for the Blue Boar, that seems to change Dr Who-like every other month! It's current incarnation is...'The Bar Ha Ha'! Boo Hoo. (I'm sounding like Justice Shallow in Henry IV!)